Through the many years we spend in classrooms, most of that time fades into a memory, until one class is barely distinguishable from another, and by the time you are a senior in college most of the teachers and professors you've had over the past 16 years, well you couldn't honestly remember their names or what they were teaching you.

However, once in a great while, there comes along a teacher who for whatever ever reason changes all that. Maybe it's because they are teaching a class with subject matter that really interests you, or maybe it's just the way they teach, hell maybe it's because you think they are super hot. But for whatever reason, you find yourself looking forward to the few hours a week when you can walk into a classroom, sit down, and have them share some knowledge with you.

To that professor, I say thank you. Because even though I spent a lot of time looking at my phone or scrolling through Facebook on my computer in the back of class. I learned so much from you. You were my favorite teacher, probably for a million little reasons, and I'm not even quite sure how it happened. I do know that I didn't dread going to your class, I actually found myself excited to sit down and attempt to listen to what you were saying. I say attempt, because well, unfortunately, I have, like many students in today's age, have a short attention span, so while it may appear like nothing you said was being ignored it really wasn't.

Thank you for taking the time out of your busy life to return my emails, talk through assignments and sit through worried meetings during office hours. Thanks for listening to my panic attacks when I thought I was going to fail, and not judging me for not showing up just because it was a beautiful day out and I'd rather be out by the pool with my friends.

Thank you for being way to hard on me and my work, cause even though I spent hours complaining to my friends about how much it sucked, it really did teach me a lot, and I know now that it was worth all of the time I put into improving.

Thank you for reminding me why I decided to join my major in the first place, it's so easy to get lost in all the hard, and tedious work that sometimes I forgot why I fell in love with it in the first place. You forced me to remember why it was worth it and why I stuck around when it would have seemed so much easier to switch degrees.

And most importantly, thank you so much for all the lessons you didn't think I was listening to. Not the school lessons that followed a syllabus you spent hours and hours perfecting, but the lessons that pertained to life. The stories you would tell about your experiences out in the real world, that at one time seemed nothing more than an entertaining laugh, well I get it now, they were so much more than that. Thank for being a teacher, for being a mentor, for being a guide back to why I fell in love with my major, with college and with my education, it's not said enough but you really are an MVP.